All I Need (feat. K Camp)
All I need is
Uh-huh, you know what it is
All I need is
You ain't gonna trust yo' bitch after tonight
Uh-huh, I'ma make her whore out
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick
Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth
My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out
And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck up!
I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed
Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes
Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, Colt .45, high as fuck
20 dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab
Conjure my cab
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
Look, all she need is one mo' shot, that bitch lit, you can tell
Put this package, in yo' box, you got mail
Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud (loud)
That lil' bitch, she get active, she get wild (woo!)
We turnt up, too much liquor you can't hold me (hold me)
Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me (know me)
Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie (Rollie)
Girl don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me (show me)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
Mafia
Yeah, hoe (hoe...)
Damn, I miss the '90s, yeah shit, was wild
We was livin' like rock stars, droppin' Mystic Styles
Ain't nobody else believe in what we was puttin' down
Nigga almost homeless trying to get it off the ground
No support, everybody thought we'd never be shit
Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit
Tryna get some distribution, majors labels ain't feelin' us
Doors slammed in our face, still ain't givin' up
Still on the grind, still on the rise
Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time
Made a name, made some change, get respect, got some fame
Now they love our shit, 'cause we made our own lane
Tryna sign everybody, put some money in their pockets
Had a ball on the rug, every night we had it poppin'
They ain't hold us down, did it on our own
With our backs on the wall, we put plaques on the wall
Then the problems started picking up, posse start splitting up (hey)
People started switching up, we still not giving up
I love them, though (I love them, though)
We been through it all
They're my brothers though (they're my brothers though)
And that's some real shit
We weren't always rich, we didn't have a pot to piss
Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks
From the ground to the throne, it's been a hell of a trip
Bring me one mo' drank, while I sit and reminisce
Uh-huh, you know what it is
All I need is
You ain't gonna trust yo' bitch after tonight
Uh-huh, I'ma make her whore out
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick
Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth
My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out
And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck up!
I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed
Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes
Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, Colt .45, high as fuck
20 dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab
Conjure my cab
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
Look, all she need is one mo' shot, that bitch lit, you can tell
Put this package, in yo' box, you got mail
Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud (loud)
That lil' bitch, she get active, she get wild (woo!)
We turnt up, too much liquor you can't hold me (hold me)
Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me (know me)
Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie (Rollie)
Girl don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me (show me)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank (drank)
Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches)
Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank)
Mafia
Yeah, hoe (hoe...)
Damn, I miss the '90s, yeah shit, was wild
We was livin' like rock stars, droppin' Mystic Styles
Ain't nobody else believe in what we was puttin' down
Nigga almost homeless trying to get it off the ground
No support, everybody thought we'd never be shit
Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit
Tryna get some distribution, majors labels ain't feelin' us
Doors slammed in our face, still ain't givin' up
Still on the grind, still on the rise
Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time
Made a name, made some change, get respect, got some fame
Now they love our shit, 'cause we made our own lane
Tryna sign everybody, put some money in their pockets
Had a ball on the rug, every night we had it poppin'
They ain't hold us down, did it on our own
With our backs on the wall, we put plaques on the wall
Then the problems started picking up, posse start splitting up (hey)
People started switching up, we still not giving up
I love them, though (I love them, though)
We been through it all
They're my brothers though (they're my brothers though)
And that's some real shit
We weren't always rich, we didn't have a pot to piss
Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks
From the ground to the throne, it's been a hell of a trip
Bring me one mo' drank, while I sit and reminisce
Credits
Writer(s): Dexter Wansel, Richard Harrison
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